A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at

the one who picked the name for his

was a simple building with windows that had a Light green wooden

would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot

no matter

window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown look

had almost given

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer than the

a glass of water and medicine in his

medicine,” Peter reminded him

Mark seemed like he had not heard

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is

twitched when he heard

and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans

also her favorite food,”

response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have

he began to

then, he stopped and

had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if

better not call her,”

have to give

was very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

from him and swallowed them

and a nurse

she was done, Mark looked

his phone got weaker and

asleep nowadays. This time, he had

birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that

almost given up

lived two months longer

with a glass of water

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

seemed like he had

a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be

nose twitched when

a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always

her favorite food,” Mark

what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have

began to

stopped and shook his

did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she

not call her,” he said to

have to give

very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have

took the medicines from him and swallowed

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help

done, Mark looked

weaker and weaker until he finally

nowadays. This time, he had a

gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that

was much like that of

while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

Cecilia in his dream was

his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame

this point, Mark woke

hospital room were white, just like the

closed

felt he needed to have

felt cold all over his body. He felt Life

buy the pumpkin pies

nurse was

home. He missed his home so

and the apartment

knew he couldn’t change anything for

never give up as long as he was

he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He

stay strong and

now, he was finding it difficult

bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin liked

up. The plane would

he wanted to go

fingers trembled as he thought of his

came back to

had run into a snowstorm on his

just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his

paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed

neatly arranged the paper planes and smiled

some of

Mark only actually took a Little

was not more

mouth, he put down the spoon

his eyes and looked

and have a family

Angela’s Library

But he could see

about it, Mark’s phone

it was around 4

somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say or do

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in a

into a

boy,”

It was an international call, so the signal

sounded

birth to a

given birth to a girl that had

Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything for some

Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you

Mark closed his eyes.

flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

“Mark, no matter what, I

entanglement

first half of his life.

Mark sniffed and put down the

the call, he never even dared to ask

had been discussed

“What happened?” he asked.

the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia

and he

he said with a

a good sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is

began to stroke one of

fly back home to see Cecilia and their

Angela’s Library

a glance would be

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